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Part 3 - From K-O

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Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI. Sub/dom, (semi) public, possessiveness, mentions of mommy kinks, Words: 1.7K Summary: NSFW alphabet challenge D-F. What are the LCDP characters like in bed? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

Nairobi

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sub/dom & authority (in which she is more of a soft domme)

Sex toys (...especially strap-ons 🤭)

Praise & degradation

Breeding 

Semi/Public sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Preferably in bed

To provide you both comfort and give you good aftercare

Like I’ve said in earlier parts, she won’t mind being a bit risky and doing it in public places ;)

Especially to make you scream her name to let people know who you belong too

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything from big romantic/cheesy gestures

…To simple things such as you wearing skimpy clothes or trying to rile her up - she likes it when you act all needy and horny for her

A good, long foreplay gets her going too.

Teasing each other in public

Bonus: Homegirl ain’t scared to slide her hand down your underwears when at a restaurant just to see you flustered “I can't wait to strip you out of those clothes later.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or “sharing” you

It’s a big NO

You’re hers, and the thought of someone else touching you the way she does? It doesn’t sit right with her

Anything that makes you uncomfortable turns her off tbh

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes both equally

That’s why she likes 69ing with you lol

Very passionate when giving you

Will have you on the couch, leg spread wide whilst she goes down

And B O Y she’s good 

When receiving, she loves bringing you to your knees

That way, she can place her legs over your shoulders for her own comfort

…And tease you by squeezing her thighs around you and force you in place

Very loud when receiving, and demanding

If you have longer hair she’ll pull it slightly and guide your head

And VERY praising afterwards

Berlin

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage

Impact play

Dom/sub & discipline

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed, the couch, against the kitchen counter/table…

Prefers a bit privacy

So anywhere at home where he can bend you over will do it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simply… You.

And his own fantasies.

Just imagining what he wants to do with you

Or what he wants YOU to do to him, gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes and cuckolding

Anything that has to do with sharing you

Seriously, he’ll get seriously offended if you suggest it 😭

Doesn’t like humiliation, neither on you or him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Homeboy passionate AF

He adores and worships every single inch of you, so ofc he gives you a lot of attention… Down there ;)

He can spend hours giving you oral pleasure

Not only to satisfy you, but because he genuinely gets turned on from going down on someone. It brings him pleasure too

He loves receiving too

Will have you on your knees, loving the sight of you so submissive and eager to please him

Pushing into your warm mouth, rewarding you with praise and LOUD grunts and moans

He hates being the guy to fuck your face

…But if he gets too into it/eager? He’ll do it and not even feel sorry afterwards

He makes up for your gagging and sore throat afterwards tho 🤭

Denver

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talking

Roleplay

…Breeding ;)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, any time, ALL THE TIME.

He’s a horny guy, what can he say?

If you’re horny, he won’t let you be all bothered

If you’re in public he’ll find a somewhat private spot where you can take care of each other's “problems” ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Y O U

He’s easy to turn on

Kinda pervy when it comes to you, just watching you suck on a lollipop or ice-cream will have him aroused tbh 😭

Nudes too

If you’re comfortable sending them ofc

It’s the biggest motivation EVER, he adores and loves worshiping your naked body 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not that kinky, so anything that is too “extreme” is not it.

Not that fond off BDSM etc

He’ll try it if you are into it, but it’s not for him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving tbh

Your warm lips wrapped around his cock works like a charm.

Stressed? Sad? Happy? Angry? Blowjobs!!! 🤪

Still likes giving too

Especially when you show your appreciation with sweet moans

It boosts his ego to know he can make you sound like that 

Just love to make  you feel good. 

Tokyo

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Worship & praise

Degradation

Sex toys

Semi/public sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Doesn’t matter really

If she wants you - she NEEDS you, right there, right now

Doesn’t mind fucking you in a dirty restroom if she’s horny for you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your presence alone is enough tbh

She is extremely attracted to you and everything you do turns her on

When you bend down to pick something up, smiling at her from across the room…

Touch is her love language, and she loves hugging you

Her hands wandering to your ass, thighs or stomach, feeling your body under her palms… It drives her crazy

Or if you do the same on her. 

She melts under your touch and craves more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything where you could end up hurt

Sure she likes to be a bit wild, but your comfort is still prioritized.

She hates the thought of you bruised up in any way (except from hickeys, which she loves giving and receiving)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving

Just being able to sit back down and enjoy watching your mouth working on her pussy

Tokyo is the person to grind against your mouth

VERY loud too, and praising.

When giving - she likes surprising you

For example dropping to her knees when your least expect it and then work her way down

And she’s good at it too

Professor

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Authority

Roleplay

Dom/sub (in which he prefers being submissive)

Worship & praise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sergio is a classy man 💅

Prefers the bed, it’s the most comfy option, after all. 

He prefers slow, passionate session in the bedroom

If he’s feeling extra wild he’ll do it in the couch or shower  🤭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him 

…Or purposely trying to turn him on - It works. 

When you make him feel hot and wanted.

Homeboy have low self-esteem, so you touching him, telling him he’s sexy/good-looking etc not only makes him feel good about himself…

But also flusters him and turns him on 🥹

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he is pretty “vanilla”

He is more of a sub, so he prefers it if you are taking charge tho

Likes experimenting but a big no for him is:

Humiliation, pain and being rude/disrespectful towards you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving

He thinks it’s fascinating how you enjoy his oral skills so much

The first times were messy and awkward but he quickly learnt what you liked and improved his skills

His tongue and mouth *chefs kiss*

Could spend hours between your legs, watching you go crazy from something he’s doing

Won’t say no to receiving tho 👀

He’s not so picky, just you wanting to give him a blowjob turns him on

He’ll hold a gentle hand on the back of your head

You will earn some grunts and soft moans from his

Alicia Sierra

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This one either makes a lot of sense, or not at all.

Mommy kink

Said it before, but she is a domme

She doesn’t necessarily ask you to call her “Mommy”

But still, she likes the thought of dominating you but doing so in a soft way

She’ll absolutely destroy you in bed, whilst whispering words of encouragement and getting turned on by your whimpers and moans

…And even by those pretty tears in your eyes as she edges and overstims you. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom

She prefers intimacy and privacy

Since she is a bit rougher she wants to provide you with some type of comfort, such as having you on bed, having a pillow behind your back or under your lower abdominal

Although, she’s keen on the idea of taking you in public places if you’re both in the mood, or if you’ve “been bad” ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Turning her on is not a challenge

Wear something revealing - or better, nothing at all! - and she’s ready to take you.

You’re a treasure to her and so beautiful, how can she not be horny for you?

Makes sure to rile you up too

With her wearing tops to show off her cleavage, whispering to you how badly she wants to fuck you… 

She also adores you being bratty. She sometimes ignores your need on purpose just to have you cry and turn into a whiny bitch to receive attention

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Yes, she likes being rough, but there are limits

She wouldn’t do something that could hurt you or inflict pain

Anything with blood etc is a big no for her

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving

But she expects you to do something in return, to thank her.

Absolutely drives you insane with her skilled tongue and warm lips, finding all the right places and spots to make you scream her name

Knows how to make you cum quickly and her goal is to at least give you 1-2 orgasms

She’s demanding when receiving.

Will have you lay down and sit on your face, grinding it and guiding the movements of your tongue and lips

Loves making you a mess and watching your swollen lips and the way her juices drips on your chin

Rough, fast movements over you as she praises you

Swells with pride as she sees the mess she’s made out of her perfect partner, knowing that you’re hers, and hers only.

[writingbyshiloh]

3 Times You Hear People Refer to You as a Team and the 1 Time You Didn't

Berlin x Reader

CW: Reader goes by Vienna and is a medical person (only 2 lines about it!) suggestive content but no smut, sneaking around? no beta

AN: I’m so normal about Berlin I promise (lying). I'm definitely forgetting a CW but nothing too bad or dramatic happens. 

WC: 1.7k

“Wait, what's with team Germany? Two people with city names from the same country?” the dark-haired young man asks. You know his name is an American city, starting with a D. Dallas? Detroit? Denver!

It's obvious who half of the team is. Berlin is the capital of Germany. You don’t know who the second is. You frown while trying to remember the other city names in Europe. Oslo, Helsinki, and Moscow but none of them are in Germany. 

“Vienna?” you ask, pointing a finger at yourself.

His dad, Moscow smacks him on the back of his head. “Vienna’s not in Germany, dumbass.” 

Denver laughs, loud and not caring about his geographical mistake. “Right, it’s in Italy.” 

Others join in laughing at his second mistake. 

“It’s the capital of Austria?” You say bewildered. “They speak German but it's still very much in Austria.” 

Too late for you to interject, the team name had stuck.

The second time is during one of the many drills the professor makes at all hours of the night. You had an advantage, being awake and somewhat alert.

“Any man would forfeit his share of the heist for you to look at him like that,” Berlin says quietly, smoothing his hand down your back. You’re both stretched out on your bed, hardly dressed, with tired and heavy limbs. 

You feel your face heat up at the compliment but try to push it down. Both of you agreed to keep it casual but he has a hard time doing that. You stopped trying to kick him out immediately after sex to avoid his “theories” about how women need to be held. Why let him tell you when he can just do it? 

“Helsinki likes men.” you counter. His words are sweet, but you don’t have much faith in him, seeing as he’s a divorcee of 5. 

“He’s not blind, is he?” Berlin bumps his nose against your jaw, trying to get more space to kiss your neck. 

The buzzing alarm throughout the house saves you from trying to come up with a reply. You both slip out from your bed, rooting around the discarded clothes on your floor and chair. 

“Is this a weapons drill?” You ask quietly slipping a blanket over your shoulders to protect from the night air. Berlin cocks his head to the side listening to the three repeating beeps. 

“Yes.” 

You grab the fake weapons from your dresser specifically for these drills. You pass the fake gun to Berlin hoping it will look similar to his weapon, keeping the knockoff rifle for yourself under your blanket. Berlin kisses the corner of your mouth before opening your door and leaving towards his room. You slip out and go the other way, closer to the outside door.

You arrive at the checkpoint third, beaten by Moscow and Dever. Sometimes you hear them sharing a late-night smoke so they were probably awake. Half a minute after you Berlin arrives and Oslo follows next. The Professor nods his approval and writes down everyone's reaction time. As the rest of the group filters outside, Berlin subtly nudges your arm when Tokyo and Rio arrive together with one fake weapon between them, even though their rooms are in different parts of the house. 

Nairobi is last, her sleep mask pushed to her forehead, lamenting about how early is it, how others need their beauty sleep, not her though. You hold out both of your blanket-covered arms for Nairobi and Tokyo to cozy up against the chill on the night air. You used the same blanket when there was an evening fire a few days ago so the thick smell of smoke covers any hint of your time with Berlin. 

“Moscow, Denver, Team Germany, and Oslo. Congratulations on your fast reaction time and the attention you paid in the lessons, you’re free to back to bed. Nairobi, Tokyo, Rio, Helsinki, please have a coffee or a snack and meet me in the classroom in 10 minutes.” 

You have a warm bed waiting for you, possible company included, so you shrug out of your blanket, letting the other two share it. You shiver in the cold air and pick up the weapon before retreating into the house. 

The sun is hazy and low in the sky, calling to the bugs in the grass to move and flit around. There’s no actual lesson, but the Professor is answering questions anyone may have. Small groups have broken out, Nairobi, Helsinki, and Oslo all bonding while smoking, the Professor and Moscow talking about some negotiating, while Rio, Denver, and Tokyo are playing a card game, one filled with slapping hands on the table, and accusing one another of cheating.

You and Berlin are moving slowly to the song playing out on someone's radio. It’s not out of the ordinary, Tokyo declines every time he offers her a dance, and Moscow has no worries about spinning you around to whatever is on the radio. You even try to dance with Nairobi sometimes, both taking dramatic steps, more focused on making others laugh than the proper form.

There's still a small space between both of your chests trying to show nothing is going on between you both. It's hard though when he had two fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants to push and pull you with ease. The dance is only a simple box step, step forward, to the side, step back, and then to the other side, but you can feel his charisma and passion in every step.

“Take a look at team Germany.” The professor says, drawing more attention to your little dance. “A negotiation is much like a dance.”

You break out of his hold to sip your drink before moving back into the starting position. With a nod for Berlin, you take a step forward and he gently pulls you in the same direction. You keep dancing, steps more slow and exaggerated for the demonstration, while he counts, a smooth repetition of one, two, three, four so the group can see the movements.

“Now…who is leading?” The Professor asks, the back end of his pen pointed at you both. Answers are overlapped, with no one strongly holding any opinion.

“Why would you say Vienna, Denver?” The Professor prompts, try to get someone to reach the answer before he needs to explain it.

“Vienna moves first, and steps forward. They’re leading.” Denver says. You can see Rio nod in agreement.

“No, it’s Berlin. Watch how he leads, helping Vienna follow.” Moscow points out.

“Yes, exactly. In a negotiation, it will be much the same. On the outside, it will look like the police are leading, and we are following. But actually…” The professor trails off, watching Team Germany dance.

You see Berlin raise his eyebrows, silently gesturing that he wants to spin you. You quickly nod, and at the start of the count, he pulls you close before pushing away. You spin away under his arm before turning back to the original dance position.

“We’re in control.”

You’re not sure if the hoots and claps from the table are for Berlin and you or the plan. You hope it's for both.

The fourth time you’re called Team Germany neither of you are around to see it.

“I think you look hot.” you tell Tokyo, sitting on her bed, watching her and Nairobi as they make last-minute adjustments to their outfits for the festival.

“You should come!” Nairobi begs you, holding out her hands to help you off the bed as if the only thing stopping you from joining is being stuck in place. You accept her help and allow her to pull you to a standing position.

“If I didn’t have a medical lesson with the Professor tomorrow, I would.”

“Oooo, sounds hot, are you going to study anatomy?” Nairobi teases. You know about how sexy she finds the Professor, something you can’t judge her for.

“No, it’s going over every medical misfire that can happen. Berlin and Helsi are going to be there too.”

You can’t tell if the look Tokyo is shooting at you is strange or if she's drunk. You don’t get the chance to ask her before Rio and Denver come crashing in.

“This is pure elegance, my friend.” Denver announces, dancing in his jacket, while everyone crowds around him.

“What the fuck! Is this Berlins?” Nairobi asks. You know it is but you don’t have a good reason to know so you let the others figure it out themselves. “He’s going to fucking kill you.”

Denver's cries of reassurance are drowned out by Tokyo shushing him and encouraging the group to get moving. In the corridor, everyone lowers their volume.

“Have fun! Be safe! Drink lots of water!” you wish Nairobi and Tokyo as they give you an over-friendly kiss fueled with alcohol. You try to wipe off the excess lipstick before giving up. Denver and Nairobi walk you back to your room on their way out, Tokyo and Rio getting something they forgot back in Tokyo's room.

Outside waiting with a cigarette, Denver reaches into the pocket of Berlin's coat and quickly retracts his hand.

“What's wrong? Cut yourself on one of his five previous wedding rings?” Nairobi asks, setting her cigarette aside to see what hurt Denver. More casually, he reaches into the pocket and pulls out a few items of jewelry. Laying them flat in his palm, he holds them up for Nairobi to examine.

“Holy shit! Those are Vienna’s.”

“Why does Berlin have them?”

“It’s fucking obvious, team Germany is fucking!”

“Who’s fucking?” Tokyo asks, arriving with Rio in tow, a few smears of lipstick around his mouth.

“Vienna and Berlin! Look!”

“What should we do? Tell the Professour?” Rio asks, surprised at the discovery. He missed all the signs from the past months that something was happening right under his nose.

“No! This is the perfect get-out-of-jail-free card.” Tokyo offers

“Tokyo you’re late to class” Nairobi says imitating the professor before using her regular voice “Well, team Germany is sleeping together!”

“No one says a word about this. We need to wait for the right time.” Tokyo says. She knows she and Rio won’t be hidden forever. But the leader and the medical expert sleeping together? That’s ammunition she can’t wait to use.

[81buttons]

I Shouldn't Have Met You

La Casa de Papel/ Money Heist

Sergio Marquina / El Profesor x OC

Summary : After the heist, after Berlin's death, Sergio and you decide to live together. However, this turns out to be more complicated than expected.

Warnings: character death in the past, pregnant reader, angst, and a bit of fluff.

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You collapse, the weight is too heavy, your knees buckle. The pain is so intense you scream in agony. You cry out, hoping to stop this massacre, you scream until you have no air left to breathe. You reach out towards his body, the red suit half-destroyed, and you see his face and his lifeless eyes.

"NOOOO!!" you wake up with this word in your mouth. No, it wasn’t possible. No, no, no, it must have been a nightmare. Indeed, it was a bad dream, but one based on elements that actually happened.

Andrés was dead.

You heard the door burst open, and Sergio rushed in, out of breath, holding a pistol, terrified. It wasn’t his nature to use weapons; he rarely did, only when necessary. But becoming the most wanted man in Spain, perhaps in Europe, left him no choice but to get a weapon. Hearing you scream in the dead of night was reason enough for him to pull that pistol from its hiding place.

"I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was a bad dream, I’m sorry," you said, breathless.

Sergio finally relaxed, though his heart started pounding again when he saw you crying. He approached your bed and sat on the edge, taking you in his arms.

"I’m sorry, sorry…" you kept repeating, sobbing, beginning to cry harder. Sergio held you tighter, quickly checking your arms and head to see if you were hurt.

You were a mess. Then again, he was a mess too after his brother's death, but he wasn’t pregnant with the man he loved and hadn’t watched him die in front of his eyes. Thank God he hadn’t seen his brother's face; he wouldn't have been able to sleep either… he wouldn't have been able to live.

You and Sergio had known each other for years. Since childhood, in fact. You were neighbors, and you quickly grew close, even though you didn’t share the same interests. Sergio was a very shy child, spoke little, read a lot, and was often alone. You were always energetic, had two brothers, and stood up for yourself. You were the one who made the first move. You couldn’t understand how someone could stay cooped up at home reading when the weather was so beautiful outside. After some insistence from your mother, you rang his doorbell, asking if he wanted to play at the park with you. And that’s where it all began. From that moment, you were convinced your life changed.

If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have discovered a love for reading. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have become best friends. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you might have crumbled after your mother’s death. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have had your first kiss with him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have had the courage to leave your abusive father for good.

Indeed, your life changed after meeting him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have joined the heist. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t have met his brother and fallen in love with him. If you hadn’t met Sergio, you wouldn’t be carrying the child of the man you love, but you wouldn’t have seen him die in front of your eyes either. So yes, for you, a meeting can change a life.

"Try to go back to sleep," he whispered in your ear after you calmed down a bit.

"I can’t, if I sleep, if I sleep, I see him," you paused for a moment, "and I don’t want to, not like that," you said, trying to stifle a sob.

"Do you want me to stay for a while?" he asked, not even sure what he was offering. "Until you fall asleep."

You hesitated for a moment, but deep down you knew you couldn’t refuse, you didn’t want to refuse.

"Please," you replied.

Sergio lay down next to you, a protective arm still around your shoulders. Slowly, you closed your eyes.

Sergio couldn’t. Not with you beside him. Not the "you" his best friend he grew up with. No, the new “you", the one who was his brother’s wife.

He couldn’t sleep next to this “you”. Not with the you who was pregnant. And certainly not with the you he had fallen madly in love with over the past few months. No, he couldn’t.

It was wrong, wasn’t it? Being attracted to you wasn’t part of his plan when he offered to have you live with him on this island, to help you with the pregnancy, with the child.

After all, you were right.

If you hadn’t met Sergio… you wouldn’t have fallen in love with each other… especially in this situation.

[bumblesimagines]

Silene Oliveira/Tokyo

been a long time since i last saw you.

this reminds me of the night we met.

don't flirt with me. 

been a long time since i last saw you.

this reminds me of the night we met.

don't flirt with me. 

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Toledo was a beautiful city, not that you'd been given much of a chance to get acquainted with it before being hauled up to a large remote house per The Professor's instructions. But the scenery was beautiful, at least. The view atop the hill allowed for the perfect view of the setting sun, made all the better with beer and the distant sound of music playing from the patio. A perfect evening and a perfect view... ruined by a voice that made your heart clench with bitterness. 

"Been a long time since I last saw you." Her light, airy, far too casual voice reached your ears. Your muscles automatically tensed, fingers tightening around your bottle, and the serenity of the view promptly faded. You bit your tongue and raised the bottle to your lips, finishing the contents and hoping the effects would soothe your mind. "(Y/N)- Or, well... It's Athens now, right? I guess I should get used to that name before the heist."

You stared straight forward, unable to bear the thought of looking at her without wanting to walk out of the whole operation. A face you once loved seeing, muddled with her actions and memories you'd rather forget. She was a reminder of the person who'd truly broken your heart and trust: René. The man who picked you up from juvie and promised to never abandon you like your parents had. The man who taught you everything you needed to know about heists, about guns, and thievery. The man you looked up to dearly and spilled everything to. The man who slept with your girlfriend nearly fifteen years ago. The man who'd been gunned down in the street only a couple weeks prior. Your brother, your confidant, your partner in crime, and the most disgusting man you'd ever known. 

You still remembered that morning when you returned from a night out with friends, hungover as hell but alert enough to notice the scattered beer bottles on the table, the lack of chatter in the small rented apartment, and best of all, the sight of seventeen-year-old Silene in the arms of thirty-one-year old René. You would've found the surprise and horrified looks on their faces humorous if it hadn't been for the betrayal you felt. Half of the morning was spent arguing with René while Silene cried uncontrollably until you grabbed a few things and got into your car, speeding off down the street and never seeing either of them ever again. 

You hardly mourned René when you saw his corpse and face on the news the day of his death. To you, he'd been dead since that fateful day. And you would've moved on, would've finally found some real peace at last, if The Professor hadn't sat beside you at the park a few days later while you watched your kid run around with his friends and offered you a job; A heist that'd leave you with more than enough euros to never work or be apart from your son ever again. Enough money to send him off to college, to find a nice place to settle down, and to live out the rest of your years doing whatever you wanted without having to worry about being arrested during 'work'. 

"This reminds me of the night we met." Silene - No, the code names were necessary, she'd been right in that regard - Tokyo said, her finger dragging down your bicep. You rolled your shoulder to shrug her off, huffing out a soft scoff. "You remember that night? They wouldn't let me into the bar 'cause I was a kid but then you and René vouched-"

"We helped you, got you a fake id, let you stay with us when you had an argument with your mom, and the week after you said you loved me, you fucked my brother and now left him for dead. Don't pretend things between us are fine, Tokyo. Don't flirt with me. Don't talk to me like we're old friends. We're strangers. Nothing more, nothing less. If you're that desperate for dick then maybe go hop on Rio or Denver's." You sneered at her, brushing past her with another scoff and making your way back to the party, back to the rest of your colleagues and away from the woman who'd ruined your life.

[darthgloris]

The Artist (Alicia Sierra x fem!reader)

Summary: Y/N (a.k.a. Akita) is part fo the robbery and works backstage as negotiator. Even though her career in art didn't work out, she still loves it. When she meets the leader Inspector she feels immediately drawn to her and starts sketching...

Requested: yes

Warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, teasing, SPOILERS

A/N: sorry but I lost the request! I'm really really sorry, hope you can forgive me!! Here it is, this was really fun to write! 🥰🥰❤❤

...

Drawing was my greatest love when I was a teenager.

While other girls may have been into make-up, or drama, or gossip, or boys... I'd stay in and draw, paint, sketch. Name it, I've tried it at least once. I was an unusual girl growing up. Girls at that age were interested mostly in the hobbies listed above, while I loved the exact opposite: drawing, reading, listening to music, learning languages, playing with dogs, studying like there was no tomorrow.

At university, I chose Graphic Design. And I loved it. Learning about my favorite thing in the whole wide world, filling in the gaps of my abilities, picking up new skills... that felt like heaven. I got out of college with my head high, amazing grades and an even better graduation. Although I wasn't prepared for the world outside. Soon enough, I started struggling to pay rent, especially in a city like Madrid. And I had no choice but to give it up.

Then, I met the Professor. A man just as unusual as me, who just so happened to have saved my life right there and then. The first heist was a success. I worked well with the gang, and given my love for working behind the scenes, I was the negotiator. Raquel was a very interesting individual, but I didn't get to speak to her much, as the Professor was the leading voice of the heist. It didn't bother me at all when they got together, to be honest I was rooting for them. When it all ended, I took my share of the money and went to live in Japan. It was beautiful: the perfect balance of modernity and tradition, the amazing food, the beautiful views, the friendly people, the new language. Every little detail fascinated me.

A year later, I came to know that Rio got kidnapped. And there I was again, back into the heist business. Once again cast as negotiator, this time I had to take the upper hand, because the Professor and Lisboa had their own part of the plan to take care of.

...

Current day - during the heist

I rested my feet onto the table of my hideout as I watched the TV intently. The news channel finally gave me important information: Rio was in Spain, finally. The poor boy took a tumble down the plane, falling on the ground in handcuffs and dirty clothes. Poor thing, I thought. Behind him, a figure emerged, a red-haired pregnant woman in a white coat and black cap. Inspectora Alicia Sierra. I found myself unable to tear my eyes from her face, as if I was in a trance: she was a very attractive woman, there's no denying that.

I wanted to remember that face while talking to her, so I was quick to reach for a pencil and paper and start reproducing her face. I glanced at the TV once in a while to get an idea of what she was like, memorising her traits as I transferred them on the paper sheet.

...

I pulled on my headphones and lined up the microphone to the side of my face, trying to calm my nerves before talking to the woman I was pining for a few hours ago. I picked up the drawing I made earlier and used it as a reference to draw her from other angles.

"Professor." A female voice spoke. Calm, collected, confident.

"Inspectora Sierra, how lovely to hear you." I replied, mirroring her tone.

"Ah, señorita Akita. I wasn't expecting you." Alicia said. "Well? Aren't you going to ask me what I'm wearing? I'd say it runs in your gang to play games like this."

"I'm assuming maternity clothes. Tell me, is it a boy or a girl?" I tantalised, running the pencil on the paper to make a rough sketch of her face.

She chuckled. "My, my, nosy girl. I didn't remember the Professor being this curious, but between you and me, sweetheart, I like you better." She clicked her tongue, presumably paired with a wink.

"Touché, preciosa," I shook my head, laughing at her attempt at flirting. "That's enough niceties for now, you can flirt with me later. Let's cut to the chase."

There was a long pause after she laughed in shock at my bluntness. I smirked, almost too proudly for my first conversation with a pregnant woman I've seen once on the TV. During the pause, I kept my eyes trained on the rough piece of paper while my wrist made a flicking motion to draw her strands of hair.

"I'm assuming your dear sister is having the time of her life. I don't think you've escaped to Germany. We could find her in a heartbeat, you know. I could barely picture it, a 17 year old girl thrust in the midst of rapists, drug users, murderers in the jails of, say, Northeast Asia? Ah, the poor thing. So young and so naive, the spat image of you, she wouldn't last a beat." She chuckled humourlessly.

"And what's your point, Inspectora? Your empathy for my little sister doesn't add up to when you tortured Rio, does it?" I didn't even bother to look up from my work as her threat was no longer valid. My little sister died of cancer last month, and the news hadn't reached Spain. That offered us a very good advantage.

She ignored my comment. "Akita, listen to me very carefully. Turn the Professor and Raquel in, and your sister remains untouched. Think about it, sweetheart. And think quickly, I am a busy woman, as you know."

"I most certainly do, señora Sierra." I said innocently, in a stupid but successful attempt to tease her.

"It's señorita now, actually." Alicia corrected.

"Good to know," I mirrored her flirty attitude from before. "On second thought, you were right, how foolish of me. What are you wearing?"

"You're impossible, Akita," she replied, laughing. "Don't get any ideas, sweetheart. I'm way out of your league."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

I gasped in mock offense, making her laugh genuinely. "Well, am I mistaken or am I actually growing on you? I bet you wouldn't be upset about being out of my league if that was the case."

"Shut up, sweetheart." She said mischievously.

"Make me." I teased her.

Her playful scoff was interrupted silently as she suddenly hung up.

I was confused for a moment as my hand moved the pencil confidently on the paper. As I stroked the graphite onto the rough surface, my mind wandered. Alicia was flirting shamelessly with me, in front of all her colleagues, and in a recorded phone call, no less. So either she was really brave or really stupid. Maybe a mixture of both.

This woman was really mesmerising: she was incredibly intelligent, as I could tell, she was confident, sarcastic, dominant and gorgeous. She was brave for raising a child on her own, as she specified that she wasn't married.

If the circumstances were different, I'd even go after her. I wished I had met her differently, because this woman was far beyond average and just about the quickest crush I've ever gotten. She was certainly not someone you'd want to lose. I wanted to talk to her again, leaving out our positions in this makeshift war. It seemed like we were getting along perfectly, flirting with each other as if the call wasn't recorded.

I took my hand away from the drawing and looked at my finished product. I was extremely proud of it: it looked just like her, the lines were confident and creative and the shading in a cross-hatching technique was on point. I bet she'd like it, I thought. My eyes lifted from the paper as I got an idea. Maybe she would.

Aikido, my Akita Inu, looked at me quizzically and tilted his head, almost as if questioning my decision. "Who knows? Maybe this will be what wins her heart." He yawned in response. "Oh, shut up, Aikido."

...

It had been a few days since I sent the drawings to Sierra, and apparently it went over well. The next time we negotiated she asked everyone to leave the tent and didn't confront me about the drawing, but rather she got friendlier: she started to open up, telling me things about her, showing her soft side, laughing, being careless, even saying that we'd meet one day. Of course, she loved the sketch, but we were still enemies, enemies who were intensely pining for each other and instead of doing something about their attraction they played games from a phone call and flirted shamelessly. Because acting on things was the most difficult thing you could ever do in your life. It requires courage, determination, confidence, and given the circumstances, you needed double these qualities.

And I was getting brave these days. And also a little crazy.

So I started sending her a sketch every other day to tease her. One day it was a sketch of her, the next of Aikido, the next of the police tent, the next of her holding the teddy bear.

It continued like this until she sold out the Government and started working alone. First she stopped by Sergio, which ended up in the ultimate team-up as they were on their own and Raquel was finally out of custody and in the bank. Then she left the Professor alone for a while.

...

I heard a knock on my door and Aikido got up on his feet, startled. I carefully stepped closer and tried to take a peek. My eyes caught a flash of red that I'd recognise anywhere, I immediately knew that was Alicia. I quickly opened the door and she looked at me, almost fazed. After a few seconds, she smiled at me, and said, "I promised you we'd meet, one way or another." I chuckled, moved, and let her in immediately. The second hideout of the heist was none other than my own home, a detached house in the middle of nowhere that the Professor was able to get me. It suited me perfectly, there was room for me and Aikido, hell, it even had an atelier.

"Welcome to my home, Inspectora," I said as she took in her surroundings.

"You don’t have to call me that anymore. Just 'Alicia' will do, sweetheart," she replied, a smirk playing on her lips. I gazed at her sweetly, meanwhile surprised at how my attraction to her had grown from a small infatuation to a full-on crush, and realised she didn't have a baby bump anymore.

"You-you gave birth?"

"Yeah, I did. In the stormwater tank."

"That must have been... uncomfortable."

"Sweetie, I had to blow a Saint Bernard out my ass. It would have been uncomfortable even on a hospital bed."

I couldn’t help but laugh at her joke, and soon enough she joined in. "So, is it a baby boy or a baby girl?"

"Girl. I named her Victoria." She said.

"That's a lovely name." I smiled at her.

"Speaking of names," Alicia leaned back on the table and gazed at me, her tantalising green eyes twinkling with mischief. "What's your name?"

That question took me off guard, as I almost tripped over my own feet while holding a glass of water.

She chuckled at my antics. "Somebody got flustered."

I cleared my throat. "Keep telling yourself that, Alicia." I loved how her name rolled off my tongue so easily.

"So you're not answering?"

"Not for the time being, no," I clicked my tongue and winked at her, mocking her for the first time we met. "I like being called Akita."

"Like the dog?" She asked.

"Actually, like the city. But yeah, also like the dog."

As if on cue, Aikido trotted inside.

"Oh, yeah, this is Aikido." I said briefly as Alicia offered her hand for the dog to smell.

"How adorable, you even have an Akita Inu." She noticed, chuckling when Aikido rubbed himself on her legs for pets.

"Wow, he never does that with anyone," I said in surprise. "Maybe he has a good feeling about you."

"Well, I have the blessing of your dog now, so we can't go wrong, can we?" She joked, scratching his weak spot. Soon enough, she even got his leg going.

"He really must love you," I laughed. "Usually he's very cat-like, I'm surprised he's actually asking to be petted."

"Well, I tend to grow on people." She said charismatically.

"Yeah, you do." I mumbled. "Hey, why don't you get comfortable? I'll make dinner and we could watch something."

"Dinner sounds great, thanks," she sighed in relief and I led her to the couch.

"What do you feel like having?" I asked her.

"Whatever you want, sweetie. Your house, your rules." She replied.

"Okay." I hunted through my fridge, hoping to find something good. I found a few eggs, and enough stuff to make salad. "You must be tired after giving birth and running away from the police. I'll make you something to restore your energies."

"Yeah, it was quite the drama. I've barely had time to breathe," she rested her head on the back of the couch at an angle where she could look at me. "You know, you draw really well."

"Oh, thanks." I accepted the compliment.

"Where did you go to art school?" She asked.

"Madrid Academy of Art," I replied. "How did you know I went to art school?" I immediately felt stupid after asking that question.

"Well, a ton of things gave you away. First of all, your proportions in the sketch of me you sent me. Obviously, your choice of media and type of paper that go well together, and the fact that you used binder to keep the sketch's lightfastness in a quantity that was balanced as to avoid damaging it. Then the smaller things, like your posture, the way you sit, the way you hold things, your hands, your eye for observation, and of course, the unmistakable smell of paint coming from over there..." she pointed at a room on the other side of the house. "...which I assume is your atelier."

"Wow, you're good," I laughed in shock. "And yeah, that is my atelier."

Alicia hummed in satisfaction. I turned around to check on her and she was looking at me in a different way now: her pupils were dilated and she was making puppy eyes at me, batting her eyelashes while pouting. Her eyes asked the question.

"You want to see the atelier?" I asked her, surprised.

"Yeah, I'd love to," she replied.

"You have beautiful eyes," I blurted out, and immediately cringed internally. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

I heard her get up from the couch and silently step elsewhere. Since I couldn't hear her anymore, I turned around to check on her and found her in front of me in a heartbeat, hovering over me while my back hit the counter. I swallowed thickly and tried to hide my blush, but she noticed right away. Alicia grazed my face with her fingertips, starting at my cheekbone and trailing down my jawline. Her fingers brushed my neck for a split second, sending a shiver down my spine. Then her thumb slowly traced over my bottom lip, her eyes flickering to my eyes and back to my mouth. Her intelligent eyes asked for permission to kiss me, and I gave in without thinking twice.

In a second, Alicia brushed her lips against mine tentatively, with hesitation. She checked on me to see if I was okay, and that was all she needed. Without a second thought, she crashed her lips on mine more eagerly, her hand resting on the back of my head. I cupped her cheek and kissed her back with the same amount of desire.

She pulled away and leaned her forehead on mine, sighing in content. I licked my lips and gazed back at her, clearing my throat out of embarrassment. "That was, um... that was good."

"Good." She said.

The next few minutes were quiet. I cooked while she kept her eyes trained on my every motion, as if to make sure I didn't get hurt. When dinner was ready, I prepared our plates and took her to the couch. She sat down next to me, thanking me for the food. I put my feet up on the table and she followed suit. I turned on the TV, and she looked for a movie to watch together.

"This one?"

"This one."

The evening was quiet. We ate our food, which she really appreciated, by the look on her face, and Aikido stole a couple of pieces as well. About halfway through the movie, Alicia leaned her head on my shoulder, snuggling her body into mine. I froze in place, taken off guard by the action, but honestly I kind of like it.

"Is this okay?" She asked me, noticing the look on my face.

"Of course," I smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and felt her melt into the embrace.

"Your hug is so amazing," she sighed. "It makes me feel safe."

My heart leaped out of my chest at that. "You are safe, honey," I kissed her temple lovingly. "I promise."

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Hawaii five-o HCs for dating

Fast and Furious Dom x Reader

Fast and Furious Jakob x Reader

My Name x Reader HCs nsfw

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“ INSIDE HIS OFFICE . ”

| ☎︎ A/N : feeding ya’ll again with Professor/Sergio Marquina because I am OBSESSED and INLOVE with him and Àlvaro Morte in general, so why not show our submissive nerdy man some love? Also, I have just been suffering with writes block and taking a break off for my mental health. Anyway, enjoy this smut-fic!! I’m sorry if this took too long, I had to proofread this alot of times… (😭)

| 𖤐 PAIRINGS : Sergio Marquina x Top Male Reader

| ⚠︎ CWS ; male/amab reader, no pronouns used, office sex, semi-public sex, praise kink, humiliation kink, teasing, blowjob, throat-fucking, multiple orgasms, fingering, slow and sensual to fast and rough sex, dumbification, creampie, porn with no plot.

It was late at night, the moon casted its gentle glow as it created a quiet and peaceful moment around the warehouse. Except for the loud grunts and moans that could be heard in the Professor's office, along with choked sobs and loud gags of a cry of pleasure behind the closed door.

The Professor was on his knees, he was still half-clothed with his suit jacket was on the floor, his shirt unbuttoned and his tie sitting loosely around his shirt collar and his pants slightly revealing his boxers along with the bulge outlining in the fabric. Sergio’s hair was tousled while his glasses were barely hanging onto his face from the overwhelming pleasure, a hand held Sergio by the top of his head; making him bob his head with guidance and purpose.

Sergio’s hands grasped onto your knees for support as he was a submissive mess, he responded eagerly at the feeling of your cock moving inside his mouth. He would let out muffled moans and choked sobs whenever the tip of your dick would go deep down his throat, his nails scratched the fabric of your pants, tears welling up in his hues as he continued to gag around you.

He always loved it when you take control of him, making feel weak and pathetic from your dominant presence.

Your cock was so deep down in his throat, you were moving so fast that Sergio found it too difficult to take your movements, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to take your movements eagerly. The pleasure becoming almost unbearable and overwhelming for him, he let out a gag as a shudder ran down his spine. His spit dripping down his chin as his hands held onto your knees, he looked up to you with submission and need in his gaze as his glasses were barely hanging onto his face.

You let out a soft chuckle as you pulled out and let him catch his breath, you tapped the tip of your cock against Sergio’s cheek, your smile grew wider seeing the blush that crept on his face. “Think you can still take it, Professor?” You teasingly asked, your voice a blend with dominance and desire. You watched as his breath became ragged as he tried to form coherent words to reply to your teasing question, making you chuckle lowly.

Sergio lets out a shaky breath as he looked up to you, his hands grasping onto your knees for support. He opens his mouth to respond but the words in his throat are choked and comes out as just incoherent sounds, he looks away to avoid your gaze. You placed hand on his chin, tilting him to meet your eyes. “Answer me, I said can you still take it?” You asked, rubbing the tip of your cock to his lips teasingly. His breath caught on his throat as he nodded his head quickly in response, yet it still wasn’t the answer you were looking for. “Use your words, Professor…”

Sergio lets out a whimper as he struggled to find his voice, his hands trembling as he grasped onto your knees and felt his cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and surrender. He nodded his head again as he met your gaze. “Y-yes… I-I can take it…” He managed to gasp out, his voice trembling as his words were breathless yet filled with surrender and submission. ""I-I can take whatever... you give me..." His flustered face got more flustered as he heard your mocking chuckle dancing in his ears.

He looked so pathetic, and you loved it.

You rubbed the tip of your cock to Sergio’s lips, you heard his breath hitching. You chuckled as you tilted your head slightly with a smirk forming onto on your lips. “Open your mouth, Professor…” You whispered, his eyes widened slightly as his breath quickened but was quick to obey. He opened his mouth widely for you, without hesitation. You shoved your cock back into his mouth again while your fingers tangled his hair, making him bob his head as you let out a groan at the feeling of his tongue swirling around on your cock.

You grunted loudly as you continued thrusting your hips back and forth while chuckling as you heard Sergio’s moans of pleasure were choked and gagged by your cock deep inside his throat, you stared down at him watching him taking your cock eagerly as his hands trembled while holding onto your knees while a shudder ran down his spine. You moaned loudly while you gripped his hair tightly, you kept going till you kept chasing your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck… Shit, ‘m close-” You moaned out, your words encouraging him to work his tongue faster on while thrusting your hips faster and tightened your grip on his hair. The sight of him clouded from pleasure as he continued to choke and gag around your cock, you let out a breathless chuckle mix with a groan. You kept going and chasing after your orgasm as you thrusted into his mouth. Fucking his pretty face entirely.

One, two, three, four more thrust into his mouth as you let out a loud moan. Your grip on his hair tightened as you came in his mouth, a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine as you looked down and see Sergio’s eyes widened and choking loudly at the feeling of your load in his mouth, you groaned and let out a low chuckle seeing him swallowing it all eagerly. You looked down at him as you got a better look of his cum staining his pants from the pleasure you gave him.

You let go of his hair and he pulled off of your cock, with a small ‘pop’ sound and watch him gasp for air. Breathing heavily as he tried to regain himself, a mix of your cum and his spit drooling down his chin, he adjusted his glasses as he blushed while his hands rested on his thighs looking up to you with those brown eyes he had, looking like an adorable puppy begging, a smirk curled into your lips.

You knew exactly what he wanted and you were gonna give it to him…

You had Sergio with his legs spread wide for you, his cum-stained pants and boxers discarded, his button up shirt unbuttoned as his tie was sitting loosely around his shirt’s collar, his beautiful body displayed all for you to please and cherish. Your middle finger and ring finger stretching out his hole as you prepped him for your cock. Loud but muffled moans and choked sobs escaped his lips as he threw his head back, tears of pleasure welled up from his eyes. His cock leaking pre-cum as he squirmed his body at the feeling of yours fingers hitting his prostate, hitting all the rights spots that made him to let out loud moans and whimpers.

“Oh, oh- god- hmph!… [N-Name]!-” He cried out as he cut himself off with a loud moan mix with a high pitch whimper, his hands finding their way to his clothes, gripping it tightly as his knuckles turned white. With one hand, you gently held his thigh, rubbing them gently to calm him down and get him to stop squirming so much. “You’re so loud, Professor. The team might hear you, you know?” You teased, as you see him whimper and blush at the thought of being overheard at this intimate moment he was having with you. You chuckled as you watch him let out a series of moans and whimpers escape his lips while you continued to stretch him out.

You tilted your head and chuckled lowly seeing him in such messy and vulnerable state, his calm and composed demeanor was replaced with raw desire and submission as he turned into a needy and desperate slut. “Please… I-I need to cum… Please let me cum, please!…” Sergio desperately begged at you, tears streaming down his face as his hard cock twitched and leaked more pre-cum. He let out a series of moans and whimpers, growing louder and desperate as your fingers stretched him out.

He begged so beautifully that it was so pathetic yet so incredibly hot.

You hummed in response, your fingers continued to hit his prostate, repeatedly abusing it as your eyes lingered at the sight of him so whorish and needy, his moans turning into high pitch whimpers, filling the office’s atmosphere. His tears continued to well up from his eyes, you chuckled seeing his cock twitch and leaking out more pre-cum onto his stomach. Your fingers slowing and teasing his hole, he let out a whine from your action, his orgasm suddenly subsided. You liked seeing him get frustrated on you.

It turns you on seeing him get all so needy like a desperate slut begging to get fucked dumb.

“[Name]… Don’t tease me… please…” Sergio whined, a soft whimper leaving his lips seeing you chuckle at his response, you met his gaze, with a cocky grin on your face. “You’re so cute when you beg, Professor…” You said teasingly, causing him to blush and let out a needy whimper. “[Name]…” He whined, his voice barely a whisper.

“I know, mi amor. Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum… Just be a good boy for me, okay?” You said, he whimpered while he nodded his head eagerly waiting patiently for his release that you held in your hands, he continued to moan and whimper uncontrollably at the feeling of your fingers hitting his prostate with precision.

Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed his cock leaking more pre-cum onto his stomach, you chuckled lowly and began to fasten your pace with your fingers while fingering his hole, abusing his sweet spot repeatedly. His moans turned into high pitch whimpers and choked sobs at your relentless pace. “[N-Name]!… f-fuck- ahh- oh- oh god!-” He cried out, his body arching in response as he screamed to the overwhelming sensation, his hard cock twitching as it continued to leak more pre-cum. “D-don’t stop… please, don’t stop!…” He threw his head back as he arched his body further, ass in the air for you to continue to stretch him out and give him his sweet release.

You hummed as you continued to push him further to edge of release, you chuckled hearing him moan and gasp uncontrollably at the sensation of your fingers abusing his sensitive spot in all the right ways. “Gonna cum, Professor?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding his head desperately. “Mmm…Yes- s-shit!… oh, God- Yes!” He managed to gasp out between moans, desperately on the edge of release as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach. “P-please, [Name]… let me… let me cum!… please!” He pleaded, his body yearning for that sweet release that you held the key to.

You chuckled hearing his desperate pleas, you maintained your relentless pace as your fingers jabbed his prostate. “Go ahead, Professor. Cum for me.” You urged, watching his cock spill cum all over his stomach as he moaned out your name loudly. His body trembled from the intensity of the moment while he laid there, breathless and sated from his intense climax, his body still tingling with the echoes of pleasure. You smiled as you pulled out your fingers and let him rest for a while after that overwhelming pleasure you gave him.

Before you can say or do anything, he sat up from the floor and moved towards you and began to straddled himself onto your lap, your eyes widened in surprise as he rocked his hips onto your clothed crotch, creating some delicious friction.

He leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath ghosting on your skin. “I want more…” Sergio whispered, his voice husky and tone filled with lust, he placed a soft peck against your lips as he continued to rock his hips against your clothed crotch while letting out a needy whimper, his eyes filled with need and longing.

How can you deny his request when he looks so pretty and needy all for you?

The clock on the wall continued tick its hours away from what you two were doing now, you now had The Professor bent over the desk as it shook loudly back and forth, important documents and blueprints of the heist’s plans and strategies began falling off as it hit the floor from getting shook and pushed off. He let out moans and whimpers as well as incoherent words and choked sobs from his lips, echoing loudly in the atmosphere of his office.

Sergio’s hair was tousled even more and his glasses were barely hanging on his face from the pleasure you were providing, both of your hands held him by his waist, moving and holding him down higher to the table as you thrusted your hips, the wet sounds of both his and your skin meeting against each other and his cries of overwhelming pleasure you were elicited within him created such a erotic atmosphere in the office.

His hands grasped onto the edge of the table for support as he was a moaning mess, his body responding eagerly at the feeling of your cock was moving so slow and teasing inside of him, he would let out loud moans whenever the tip of your dick would hit his prostate, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through him.

Yet it still wasn’t enough for him. No, he craved more. More of your sweet, overwhelming pleasure. But you were being so cruel to him that it was driving him insane.

Your cock was deep inside of his hole, moving so slow that it was driving Sergio to the edge of frustration and need, his breath was coming in shallow gasps as he tried to form coherent sentences to your movements. The pleasure becoming almost unbearable and overwhelming for him, “P-please… m-move faster…” Sergio managed to gasp out between whimpers, he rocked his hips to meet your movements, his body eagerly moving in rhythm to your slow and teasing pace.

You chuckled as you continued thrusting your hips so deliberate and teasing, making him deny what he begged for, which caused him to let out a whine of frustration. Your hands held his waist firmly as your moved in and out of his hole. He gasped and moaned at the feeling of your cock moving in and out of walls and stretching him out. “Patience, Professor… patience…” You teasingly whispered, he whined at your response which caused you to chuckle lowly. “Come on, a bit of patience wouldn’t hurt right, Professor?”

He let out a whine of frustration, his nails digging into the desk as he rocked his hips to meet your pace, his breath came in gasps and moans as he panted out heavily. He knew at this point he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed that sweet release again that only you can grant him, and with that. He let out a needy whimper, hoping to himself that his plan would work on you. “[N-Name]… please…” Sergio pleaded, his voice a breathless whisper. You clicked your tongue in response, trying not to give in to his pleas.

But, God the way he begged for you was like a siren’s call, so alluring and impossible to resist.

You chuckled mockingly as you continued your slow and teasing pace, your cock stretching out his hole and moving in and out of his walls. You leaned down, pressing your chest against his back, carefully trying not put much of your weight on him and dropped your voice into a low and husky whisper, your lips brushing against his ear as your breath ghosted on his skin. “Beg a little harder, Professor...” You ordered, as you increased your pace slightly, which elicited a loud moan from him.

He let out a shaky moan as your cock moved deep inside of his hole, his hard cock between his legs leaking pre-cum as his body quivered with pleasure, his hands grasping onto the desk as it shook back and forth from your movements. With a mix of need and vulnerability and a soft moan escaping his lips. “P-please… f-faster… I-I need you [Name]…” Sergio gasped out, his plea was filled with urgency, he let out a whimper as your cock stretched his hole as well his walls.

And with that plea, you draw all the way out. Thrusting your hips as you pounded his hole aggressively, the tip of your cock getting caught with his rim. His moans and whimpers grew louder at the sudden increased intensity of your pace, the desk shook back and forth as he held onto to it for support. His legs getting weaker and weaker at each deeper thrust inside him.

“Y-yes… j-just like that!—” He managed to gasp out between moans, his glasses loosely hung on the crook of his nose. His body quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. “Keep going!… j-just like that!…” He moaned loudly, his words were punctuated by gasps and moans of ectasy. Your hands held his waist firmly as you slammed your cock back and forth in his hole, thrusting deeper inside his walls. “You like that, Professor?” You asked teasingly, staring down at the man who was so high off the pleasure looking like as if he lost his fucking mind.

“Mmm… Y-yes!… I-I love it!… d-don’t stop!…” Sergio cried out, his eyes screwing shut as his cock leaked out more pre-cum, you chuckled seeing him struggle to form coherent words to answer you. You snapped your hips back and forth, your pace growing faster and faster, making him scream from the overwhelming pleasure you were offering him.

“Then why don’t you thank me, Professor. Like a good boy for giving you what you needed so badly.” You chuckled while pounding his hole and stretching out his walls, your tip brushing against his sweet spot. Making his moans and whimpers grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin smacking against skin that echoed throughout the office.

“Y-yes… t-thank you!… thank you for moving… f-faster!…” Sergio gasped out, as he was getting fucked so deeply by you. You reveled the way his moans and whimpers grew louder, you tilted your head and smirked at the idea of the team hearing him from just outside the door. “You do realize how loud you’re getting right, Professor?” You remarked, while maintaining your fast pace. “Ever thought about the team might hear you, huh?” You added, with a chuckle as you slammed your hips back and forth.

Sergio was so high off of the pleasure that he felt like he was seeing heaven, he couldn’t give a damn if the team heard him or walk in and see the two of you like this. All he cared about was getting fucked so dumb by you, the feeling of your cock pounding his hole and making submit to your dominant demeanor. His throat burning from moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, his body quivering as his cock leaked more pre-cum. “I-I don’t care… just keep going…” He whispered hoarsely, his voice rough and sore.

You chuckled at his response, you continued to thrust yourself deeper in his walls, your hands holding his waist firmly as you pounded your cock deep inside him. You stared down at his appearance, his hair tousled, his glasses barely hanging onto the crook of his nose, his body quivering from the overwhelming pleasure you were evoking within him. You chuckled as you continued to tease him further, “What’s wrong, Professor? Is this too much for you? Want me to stop?” Your smirk widened hearing him whine at the last sentence.

“D-don’t you dare… oh, f-fuck… don’t you dare fucking s-stop, [Name]…” Sergio managed to gasp out between moans, his voice filled desperation and frustration. You chuckled as you continued to thrust your hips faster and faster, his walls hugging your cock tightly while your tip kept abusing his prostate. You kept going as you chased your orgasm, abusing his sweet spot with unerring accuracy, hitting it all the right spots that make him see heaven.

“You close, Professor?” You asked, looking down at him as he was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, his body trembling with need of release. He opened his mouth to answer but the words were caught in his throat and all that came out incoherent sounds and choked sobs, you chuckled while continuing your fast pace. Pushing him further to the brink of another release, “Come on, Professor. Use your words...”

Sergio let out loud shaky moan as he nodded his head slightly, his cock between his legs leaked more pre-cum as he was teetering on the edge of release. “Y-yes… I-I’m… close, so close…” He managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse and a breathless whisper. “P-please, [Name]… let me... let me cum… please…” His plea laced with desperation and longing, surrendering to overwhelming pleasure that you were orchestrating within him.

You chuckled hearing his desperate pleas, you maintained your relentless pace as your cock jabbed his prostate. “Go ahead, Professor. Cum for me.” You ordered, watching his cock spill cum all over himself as he moaned out your name loudly. His body trembling with the intensity of another climax, riding his orgasm as his cock shot out his load onto the floor. He couldn’t ride off his high properly as you continued thrusting your cock deep inside him, chasing your own release.

“Inside… p-please…” Sergio slurred out, his body trembling as he felt your cock twitch inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you. His throat burning from moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, “You want me breed you, huh? Professor?” You asked teasingly, he nodded eagerly.

“Mmm… y-yes… please, [Name]…” Sergio responded weakly, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw over the edge. You kept thrusting a few more times til you finally rode out your orgasm, you let out a groan as you painted his walls white with your cum.

You were both breathing heavily and sweating profusely with the aftershocks from the intense lovemaking, both your bodies trembling and chest rising and falling as you both catch your breath. You groaned as you slowly pulled out of him, you let out a breathless laugh seeing his body trembling and legs shaking completely while holding onto the desk for support. His hole dripping out your cum down to his legs.

You switched his bent over position and carefully sat him on the desk’s table and peppered his face with kisses, “I love you, Sergio…” You whispered softly and adjusted his glasses, he smiled faintly and rested his forehead against yours. His breaths mingling with yours. “I-I love you too… [Name]…” Sergio whispered back, his voice weak but filled with warmth. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as he let out a contented sigh.

“Finally, they fucking stopped!” Someone shouted from the other side of the room, you and Sergio exchanged looks, you laughed breathlessly seeing his flustered and embarrassed face.

Well, this is gonna be an awkward next morning with the team, but you couldn't really care about it. On the bright side, at least you fucked your boyfriend.

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[dear-sigyn]

THUNDER

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.4k 𝒂/𝒏: starting to write this during my exam period wasn't my brightest idea, nor was finishing it at 2am, but hey, better inspiration always comes late at night ;) 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none (that I think of)

You knew it was getting late, very late, and a quick glance at your watch confirmed that it was indeed already past 4am. The storm that showed up earlier in the evening was still raging outside, and each thunderclap resonated like a drum in your heart, preventing you from falling asleep.

At first, you told yourself that it was just the excessively loud noise keeping you awake, but the way your breath caught every time lightning tore through the sky told a different story: you were scared. Worse yet, you were terrified, and there was no use pretending otherwise - you wouldn’t find sleep tonight.

With a long sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed, moving around your room in search of the notebook where all your notes from yesterday are written. ‘If I have to pull an all-nighter, it might as well be a productive one,’ you thought.

However, as you turned your room upside down for your precious writings, you quickly realized they were nowhere to be found. Anxiety slowly began to grow in your chest, and suddenly, felt the weight of your worries about the upcoming heist bearing down on your shoulders.

In reality, it’s been a few days since you’ve started to dwell on everything that could go wrong. Even though the Professor's plan seems perfectly laid out, there are always external factors that we can't predict, right? But now is not the right time to worry about that.

Taking a deep breath and refocusing your thoughts, it only took 2 seconds to remember where they were, or rather, who had them.

And it was quite simple, really. After another ‘lesson’ with the Professor, Berlin asked you - not without adding a few inappropriate remarks throughout the conversation - if you could lend him your notes.

Despite his peculiar character, you got along quite well at your first encounter, and you quickly grew closer over the weeks spent together - perhaps a bit more than you should have knowing the rules - so you didn’t think too much before handing him your notebook. You had planned to pick it up later in the evening, but with the storm intensifying, you promptly retreated to your room without a word, hiding your head beneath your pillow to drown out the unsettling rumblings. It would certainly be very rude to disturb him in the middle of the night just to come pick them up, but that was the least of your concern at the moment, and the lack of sleep wasn’t making you think rationally anyway.   

So without thinking too much about the consequences that your next decision might entail if you were ever caught, you decided to leave your room, quietly closing the door behind you, and tiptoed across the hallway. 

As you arrived at his door, doubts began to form in your mind, but before they could consume you entirely you softly knocked on his door, being careful to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking others, while already anticipating his remarks about why you had come to see him this late at night.

And sure enough, when he finally opened the door the first thing you saw was a mischievous - and  tired - smile forming on his lip as his eyes met yours, “Well, who do we have here? To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit at such a late hour, cariño?”

You took a breath to pull yourself together and smiled weakly back at him “Well, you see I’m sorry to bother you at this hour but it occurred to me that you have something of mine in your possession”. He raised an eyebrow, amused, “Is that so? And what could be so important that you must come knocking at my door at …” he glanced at his watch, “... almost 5 in the morning?”

His subtle sarcastic tone didn’t escape you; he knew exactly what you were talking about. Usually, you weren’t opposed to playing along with his little games, but the thunder that continued to rumble outside and the looming threat of another lightning strike approaching made your patience wear thin, “My notebook Berlin, I need my notebook now”, at that you saw his eyebrows furrowed, maybe your tone was a little too harsh, “... please.”

“Oh, you wound me, nena. Why the rush?” he said, feigning offense. But realizing that you were definitely not in the mood, he sighed and continued in a dramatic tone. “For your information, cariño, I had planned to return it to you last night. But that was before you dashed to your room like a flash, without even saying goodnight.”, he said, raising his hand to his heart. “Are you aware of the pain it caused me?”

At that, you scoffed, “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating? Don’t tell me you’re sulking because I didn’t say goodnight; that doesn’t sound like something you would do.” He shrugged and replied, “Maybe I am.”

You were about to retort when suddenly a particularly loud thunder was heard, making you jump and utter a cry. Feeling panic starting to overtake you, you were about to glance down the hallway to check if your reaction had woken anyone up, but you didn’t get the time. With a firm grip on your shoulders, he ushered you into his room, closing the door behind you. 

You're unsure of what caused you to break down first—the sound of thunder that led to a completely ridiculous reaction in front of Berlin, his reluctance to return your notebook, the sleep deprivation, or the near-miss of being caught standing in the hallway in the middle of the night just to retrieve some notes. But you felt the first tear roll down your cheek, followed by a second, then a third, until cascades were flowing from your eyes.

When he realized the distress you were in, he tightened his arm around your shoulders, the other coming around your waist, enveloping you in a tight embrace. It was just what you needed to fully let go and release all your pent-up emotions.

While your cries increased, he gently hushed you, running his fingers through your hair. And after taking a few minutes to calm down, you finally spoke again, your voice muffled against his chest. “ … I don’t like storms,” you murmured, to which he responded with a low chuckle, “You don’t say, cariño.”

He loosened his grip to observe your face, but still feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole situation, you kept your head tucked against him. “Hey …” his hand delicately rested on your cheek, guiding your gaze toward his. “That’s it, look at me.”

“It’s not only the storm, is it?,” his fingers tenderly brushed away the remnants of your tears in a soothing gesture. You nodded slowly and tried once again to speak, but your throat tightened, preventing you from doing so, no sound coming out.

“Oh no, you don't have to tell me right now, but please don't shut yourself off from me or even the others like that anymore, hm ?”, he brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen over your eyes, “It’s not good for you.” You nodded once again, leaning your head gently against his chest as you closed your eyes, lulled by the rhythm of his breathing. You then felt your own breathing becoming steadier and the tension gradually leaving your body.

You stayed in this position, in the middle of his room, for a moment, and as you were miraculously beginning to fall asleep, the sound of his voice snapped you out of your reverie. "You can stay and sleep here, if you want”, his suggestion was made in a quiet voice, as if he didn't want to rush you.

It was certainly a bad idea, but at the moment, it was the least of your worries. You felt so relaxed, so peaceful, that you murmured a nearly inaudible 'yes' to him but due to your proximity he heard it. Berlin carefuly guided you to his bed, settling you in, and pulled the covers up to your shoulders before settling in on the other side.Finally, you felt sleep starting to kick in. But before fully succumbing to it, you sensed arms embracing you, a soft kiss tenderly placed in your hair and a hand covering your ear blocking the sounds of the thunder outside. A faint smile appeared on your lips, for the first time since the storm began, you felt safe.

first writing done!! english is not my first langage so my sincere apologies for any mistakes I tried to be careful <3

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

The Professor/Sergio Marquina x Male! User Authors note: I almost forgot to post this, oopsie (Also, I just want to point out that I never watch Money Heist in my life, I might check it out but I'm not certain, I also don't know spanish, so... google translate was used, sorry if that triggers some) Scenario: "Sergio met you in a bar- you were sitting alone, but when he talked to you, you didn't… seem to understand him- then he realized you were American- or well, you only spoke English, it didn't bother Sergio that much, he was just confused on why you came to Spain without knowing Spanish, but then you told him you were only there for vacation- and that it was either Spain or Italy, and the arrow landed on Spain. He has been meeting up with you for a month now- and one thing led to another, he ended up in your bed… naked. And from then on, you two became closer… so close, Sergio told you about the heist- at first, he thought you would freak out and tell the feds, but… you didn't- you seemed… proud of him? Sergio was just confused when you just smiled at him and congratulated him- asking him what his plans so far was, you seemed to be really interested in his type of work- and you knew a lot about banks. Sergio was a bit hesitant to tell you, but he did- and a week after that- nothing happened, he and his crew were still fine. So, Sergio made an impulsive decision, he recruited you to the team- giving you the codename "Hollywood"- since you were really good at acting and coming up with lies on the spot, he saw it firsthand at a bar, how you lied your way into getting free drinks for life" Warnings: NSFW! Car sex, mention of having sex before dating, as seen above, established relationship (You and Sergio are dating), mention of user not being that open about his sexuality (it's up to you if user is closeted or just not open about it), your and Sergio's relationship is kept a secret, user is a bit OC (user's code name being Hollywood and that they're great at acting and making up lies and such, sorry about that), user surprisingly has a lot of friends that are cops and bank workers, Sergio is a bit (or a lot) OOC, spanish words used (I used google translate), I think that's all of the warnings, do tell me if I missed one! Por Favor

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[depressopax]

NSFW Alphabet

For Andrés de Fonollosa/Berlin

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

The complete NSFW alphabet for Berlin, based on my LCDP Alphabet.

Pairing: Berlin x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut/headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! Light BDSM, worship, praise and degradation, oral sex, mention of choking kink. Possessiveness & jealousy. Switch!Berlin. Reader is gender neutral! Words: 2.1K Summary: The NSFW alphabet, A-Z, for Andrés de Fonollosa English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard

However, his aftercare is always the same.

As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.

You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.

Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.

But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao

He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc

…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is 

Being an asshole aside…

After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up

Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)

Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.

But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.

He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you

Sex makes him sleepy lmao

Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.

He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: Hands and neck

He loves how his hands look, especially when they’re on your body and inside of you

…Or around your throat

He likes his neck, and the way your lips feel on it, especially when you leave hickeys on it ;)

It turns him on to see the bruises and marks you leave on him, and doesn’t give A FUCK if people see it - he wants everyone to know he is taken ;)

On you: Your eyes… And ass.

He loves eye contact during sex. 

It says everything to him - if you like what he’s doing, when you’re close, etc… 

It’s also really intimate to look into your eyes whilst pounding into you. 

He adores you, especially those eyes of yours.

Ass too, of course.

He likes the way it feels against his palms, how it looks with AND without clothes… 

Also loves spanking it

…And the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass when he takes you from behind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Making you cum is his favorite activity.

He likes seeing how many times he can make you cum before you break completely.

The sounds you make, the way your body twitches and squirms, and how your eyes roll back when climaxing… He loves it all. 

He’s not scared to get messy. Berlin likes it when you cum on his fingers, cock, or face. Anything. 

Of course, he likes cumming on you, too.

Not a fan of releasing inside of you, tho. 

When you suck him off, he likes to come in your throat, or pull out and release all over your face.

It makes him feel possessive, seeing you all flustered and covered in his cum- 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes the idea of blindfolding you, often using his own ties or putting satin blindfolds over your eyes.

Knowing you’re completely at his mercy excites him.

He’ll get the chance to use whips on you, tease your skin with feathers and make you shiver with his touch.

…This way, he can tease you too. 

Probably cruel and doesn’t touch you, have you on edge and begging for it.

Only to give you the pleasure needed when you least expect it. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Homeboys have four ex-wives… That’s all I’ll say. 

He knows how to pleasure you, and also knows what he likes in bed.

Very attentive and catches up on what you like and dislike in bed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. 

He loves having you on all fours, grabbing your hips and thrusting into you.

The position gives him the opportunity to take you on other places besides the bed.

The kitchen counters, against a table, the shower wall…. You name it. 

This man is creative af lmao

He’s an ass guy, how can he not love doggy?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be very serious if you want him too, or if he’s in a bad mood.

But most of the time, he’ll be humorous.

He wants sex to be intimate and passionate

But also want you to have a good time and feel good about yourself.

He tends to be rough, so when your whimpers get too loud, he’ll crack a joke to make you focus on something else. 

His goal is to make you relaxed, satisfied but also to at least smile at something stupid he says.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave, doesn’t see the point in it.

Body hair is natural to him, and he’s proud of it, too.

But he does keep it trimmed, so it doesn’t get in the way.

He’s kind of a perfectionist, you know?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said on G: He’s intimate and passionate!

If you ask Berlin, sex is supposed to be just that.

He always makes sure it’s romantic

And if he needs to be cheesy with music, lighted candles and such… He’ll do it. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

To be honest? He does it alot.

BUT… He’d never admit it.

He probably talks about it like masturbation is “lame” or even “disgusting” 

…Yet, he touched himself a lot. 

When single, he uses it as a stress relief.

Before you and him became official, he used to jerk off to thoughts off you.

Even when in a relationship, Berlin masturbates with you on his mind. Or maybe whilst looking at pictures of you.

He’s not a fan of porn, finds it repulsing to watch other people have sex

He instead uses his own imagination, and… Well, you - photos, and even something that smells like you - to get off. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage

Impact play

Dom/sub & discipline

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed, the couch, against the kitchen counter/table…

Prefers a bit privacy

So anywhere at home where he can bend you over will do it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simply… You.

And his own fantasies.

Just imagining what he wants to do with you

Or what he wants YOU to do to him, gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes and cuckolding

Anything that has to do with sharing you

Seriously, he’ll get seriously offended if you suggest it 😭

Doesn’t like humiliation, neither on you or him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Homeboy passionate AF

He adores and worships every single inch of you, so ofc he gives you a lot of attention… Down there ;)

He can spend hours giving you oral pleasure

Not only to satisfy you, but because he genuinely gets turned on from going down on someone. It brings him pleasure too

He loves receiving too

Will have you on your knees, loving the sight of you so submissive and eager to please him

Pushing into your warm mouth, rewarding you with praise and LOUD grunts and moans

He hates being the guy to fuck your face

…But if he gets too into it/eager? He’ll do it and not even feel sorry afterwards

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes both but prefers fast - but not necessarily rough. 

He wants it to feel intense and have you plead for more. 

He’s more of a “fast and passionate” kinda guy. 

Going slow only makes him frustrated. He wants the both of you to feel the intensity.

He saves the slow “love-making” for special occasions. 

If he’s frustrated or angry he tends to be rough tho - often without realizing so. 

He’ll slam into you mercilessly, only realizing how rough he is when you whimper underneath him

And he likes teasing you for it. “Aww… Is this too much for you, mi amor?”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

LOVES quickies!!

What’s there not to like about taking you anywhere, at any time?

He’ll have you bent over a table, pressed against a wall and hit it from behind whenever he feels like it. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes it risky ;)

Doing it in public for example

Or testing his pull out game

He’ll have you sweating as he tells you how close he is - but still doesn’t pull out… 

And then, before exploding he’ll pull out and release onto your ass or stomach - he’ll be a smug mf about it too

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go at it for quite a while. He’ll make sure you’re both satisfied

…But he’s insatiable, so it takes a while

He’s a horny bitch lol, so getting ready to take you once again after an orgasm doesn’t take that long.

He can last pretty long, tho. Totally depends on position etc

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he either has some toys, or that he’s the guy that doesn’t own toys and refuses to use them on his partner, since “he’s better than some stupid toy” 

The toys he has are some vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds etc… Maybe a whip too, who knows? 

…Bonus point if you switch it up and use them on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

UNFAIRRRRRR AF

Will have you on your knees in the end, only because “it’s funny” to see you beg. 💀

He likes turning you on and leave you begging for more

But he won't give it to you that easily…

He also loves making you flustered - you blushing is the cutest thing to him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is LOUD and without shame

Grunts, growls, moans

Cuss words, praise, degradation… You name it.

He talks shit in the show, and so he does in the bedroom LMAO

…And whimpers, too - if you fuck him good enough…

He likes dirty talking too.

He actually doesn’t mind if the neighbors hear his moans, combined with the sounds leaving your mouth - he wants everyone to know he’s yours, and that you’re his. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Berlin wears suits a lot, right?

To look good and to fit his “fancy” vibes, yes.

BUT…

His suits come in handy other times, too… 

Especially the tie. 

Just pull it a bit when kissing him.

Heck, he even likes it when you pull it too hard, causing him to gasp for air. 

OR… If you use the tie to handcuff him, or blindfold him with it. EVEN USE IT AS A GAG.

The possibilities are endless. You choose - he’s happy with anything ;)

Yup, “he likes it rough”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He wears boxers, of course.

However… 

When with you, he sometimes skips the underwears.

That way, it’s easier to have you whenever he wants. 

If we’re discussing what’s under those boxers, tho?

He’s an average size, but slightly thicker. 

Lot of visible veins across his length.

Aight, I’m sorry - I’ll show myself out 🚪🚶

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Bro is horny as hell 💀

Wakes up with a boner, and can’t go to sleep at night before a quickie with you. 

He may be a bit “older” but don’t let that trick you.

He has a hot partner like you, ofc his sex drive is high ;)

He wants to be able to satisfy your needs, always. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. 

Sometime he basically falls asleep minutes after finishing

And he feels guilty af about it later LMAO

So he tries to stay up with you, prioritizing aftercare before sleep.

He absolutely adores you, and seeing you asleep next to him is one of his favorite things.

Knowing that he’s the reason you’re so exhausted makes him want to pamper you with love and affection

But he’s pretty tired, too. So he either falls asleep with you, or as soon as he sees you asleep.

ANDDD that's a wrap for Berlin!!! Hope you guys liked it! <3 Next up - Denver or Tokyo!

[writingbyshiloh]

Medical Drill

Summary: Just more Team Germany stuff in the Toledo House

CW: smoking, FEM! Reader (referred to as “pretty lady”), general Berlin-ness, secret relationships, implied previous smut

AN: I ADORE Moscow so he’s featured in this. If it is disjointed it's bc I wrote half a month ago and another half while making bread. No beta. @soraya-daydreams <3.

WC: 1.65

You rub your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness of your room and what must have happened to wake you up so fast. The curtain you drew last night is firmly in place, all your belongings are where they should be. You start to lay your head back down. You bolt upright when you hear another knock on your door followed by the Professor stage whispering. 

“Vienna! We need you! Something happened to Moscow! He can’t breathe!” 

There is a high chance it’s a drill. You tell yourself. If something is wrong, he will be in your room shaking you awake. 

With a sigh, you heave yourself out of your bed and start rummaging through the “medical kits” scattered around your room. The real ones for the heist are still being assembled, so you have old books ranging from Care and Keeping of Farm Animals, to Don Quixote, labelled by which kit they are and the supposed contents. The order of them generally goes from the head down, no.1 being head injuries, no.2 and no.3 being neck and heart respectively. You pluck no.4 - lungs - off the floor and sprint out of your room. The hall is quiet, meaning Moscow must be at the checkpoint with the Professor. 

You wince slightly as the steps creek while you run down them. But if you can’t get any sleep, you don’t feel back about the others waking up. Stumbling out the house door you don't even register the temperature change and just keep running. 

Moscow and the Professor are sitting at the outside table quietly talking, while every few seconds the Professor looks at his stopwatch. The night is warm with a clear sky so they don’t seem to mind being awake. You run faster outside, trying to make up for lost time. Slaming the “medical kit” on the table you look up at the Professor (ignoring his wincing at how you treat the medical kit) to get your reaction time. 

“This says number 5 on it.” Moscow tells you. You almost break your neck with how fast you turn your head to look at the book. You see the clear Medical Kit 4 label and look back at Moscow to see if he actually is having a medical emergency. He lets out a small laugh and pats your arm as if to apologize for pranking you. You feel yourself smile despite the early hours of the morning. 

“I’m just messing with you. You did well.” He says. You don’t have it in you to be mad at him, and lightly push his shoulder to let him know you see the funny side. 

“Well, good yes. It’s faster than last week's drill. However, in a heist, every moment is crucial to treat the hostages.” The professor tells you moving his fist to articulate his point. Pulling out a seat you sit next to Moscow, who offers you a cigarette. You nod and he hands you one and his lighter. You force yourself to nod and pay attention to the impromptu lecture knowing you’ll never have to work again in a few months.  

The professor only has a few more comments, things you make mental notes about to try next time before he bids you a good (but quite early) morning and leaves to prepare for the class day. 

“Thanks for doing this,” you say quietly. 

“I used to wake up at 4 in the morning for the mines. This is nothing for me.” Moscow tells you. 

“Mind if I sit with you for a moment? I’m wide awake now, I don’t think I could sleep.” 

Moscow nods and you lapse into a comfortable silence. Moscow is kind to you and praises you in front of Denver for getting an education to gently tease his son. He has ended up being your partner for many heist-related team exercises. At first, it was because his son kept ditching him to team up with Nairobi or Tokyo, but now you prefer to work with him over anyone else. Berlin is a close second. 

“How are things going with your boyfriend?” He asks lighting up another cigarette. You frown thinking over his words while you watch the cherry of the cigarette burn. You don’t tell anyone about previous partners you’ve had before joining the heist, trying to keep going through with the future and ignoring your past. 

“My who?” 

Moscow turns his head to see if you’re joking with him. When he seems you’re not he continues “C'mon, you know. The other half of Team Germany.” He adds extra empathy to the team bit. 

You drop your gaze down to your cigarette in the ashtray. Moscow places his hand on your shoulder and gives it a small squeeze. You like Moscow, he’s like one of those uncles who aren’t blood-related but always there for you. He dances with you after three beers and tells you corny jokes. 

“I, um, we have been ‘seeing each other’ for a few months.” You say, using air quotes to describe the nature of your relation to the leader of the heist. Moscow shows no anger or judgement, just his kind eyes so you keep going. 

“It’s supposed to be causal. And I’m keeping it that way ‘cause who knows what will happen inside the mint. I can see why he was married five times. Part of me wants to go along with it, even after the heist. But I can't risk ruining the money.” 

“Are you going to tell him?” 

You sigh, watching the wind blow through the bushes. You tell yourself you will but there are so many what-ifs it's hard. 

“I’ll decide when we're all on the boat.”

Moscow looks like he has something to add, but isn't sure if he should say it. When he opens his mouth to speak, all that comes out is a bad cough. You rub your hand over his back as he hunches over, carefully watching and waiting before you offer him water or a cough suppressant. Much to your dismay, he resisted, trying to get back to the conversation between you. 

"What were you saying?" he asks. 

"I can't remember." you lie, and Moscow is kind enough to understand the topic of the conversation entirely. 

“Let me cheer you up. Have you heard the one about the doctor and the teacup?" 

You turn to look at him, excited for whatever it could be. 

“Darling, you look exhausted,” Naririobi says joining you at the table for a lunch break. You nod slowly as if each movement is exhausting you, which isn't far from the truth. 

“There was a medical drill last night. I couldn’t sleep after.” You tell her. She nods sympathetically as you reach for another glass of water. 

“Go and nap. I’ll wake you before class starts,” she says. Thanking her you push your chair into the table and start to make your way to the stairs. 

You’re so close to your bed that you can almost feel the soft pillow under your head when a hand reaches for your wrist. Too tired to question or pull your hand back you just follow the hand to an arm clad in an expensive suit jacket, to a handsome face. 

You blink slowly, not to be seductive but to try and get some moisture back into your tired eyes. It helps but also puts you closer to an eye twitch.

“Hey pretty lady, where are you going?” he asks quietly. Everyone else is downstairs eating or outside to enjoy the summer but you appreciate his commitment to keeping it hidden. 

“To bed.” 

You watch his lips curve into a sharp smile, thinking you’re going to take him with you. 

“In the middle of the day? When is everyone awake? That’s risky for you.” He gently twists your wrist so he can kiss the back of your hand. “I like it.” 

“I’m going to my bed, alone, to nap,” you correct him, making no moves to pull your wrist back.

“How much time did the Professor say was an efficient nap? 20 minutes?” he twists his wrist to check his watch, shaking your arm in the process. “You can nap and we still have another 30 to spend together.” 

He chuckles as you shift your weight, seriously considering his proposal. 

The rapid heavy thumps of footsteps on the stairs make Berlin drop your hand and turn around. You bend at your side to peep over his shoulder to see who is coming. Denver comes into view first, with Moscow starting to loom behind him. 

You see Denver nudge Moscow to start speaking, some questions addressed to Berlin, something about the phone that will be wired to the Professor. 

“As you can see, I’m talking to Vienna right now,” Berlin says, turning back to you. He looks apologetic that your time together will have to be cut short. 

You wave a hand in front of your face. “I have to nap anyway. We'll continue this later?” 

Berlin smiles at your words, hearing the subtext in them and nodding in agreement. Turning back to the other men, you’re sure he’s still smiling. As he and Denver descend the stairs, Moscow catches your eye and gives you a friendly wink. One that just screams I was young once too. 

Face burning, you rush into your room, kick off your shoes and settle into bed. Even though you know you won’t be able to fall asleep now.  

[athenamgh]

#IV

Professor: How drunk were you last night?

Y/n: Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk?

Lisbon: You do realize that those aren't your pants..

*Alicia enters the room*

Lisbon *points to her*: That's your pants.

[leoramage]

author's note: personally, you guys will never be ready when i decide to drop this sh!t one of these days

yes this is formula one x money heist au. i went batsh!t crazy on this one so you guys better tune out! am i enjoying? 100% i am. see more for a free wallpaper ฅ[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]ฅ

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[darthgloris]

If things had gone differently

Pairing: bi!Palermo x fem!bi!reader

A/N: this was quite a request, @tzkyo, thank you! This is a really interesting plot that is very likely to make me cry while writing it but I love it! You're very creative, hope you get more ideas like this for me to write ❤❤

Summary (@tzkyo 's courtesy, everyone 😉): Y/N (aka Recife) is completely and utterly in love with Palermo, even if all this time he loved Berlín. After his love interest died, he was torn apart from grief, while Y/N did her best to comfort him in hopes of one day winning his heart. During the heist, he breaks her heart in the most cruel and painful way possible, but regrets it when things start getting ugly.

Warnings: SPOILERS, violence, death, angsty af, heartbreak

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I hated them.

I hated them both.

Actually, that's not true. I loved them both.

But I hated the way they looked at each other.

I hated the way they acted together.

I knew I shouldn't. I knew it was wrong to act like this, but I didn't care. I'd been going through this shit every single day for 10 years. Watching the love of my life Palermo being so kind, so sweet, so fun, being himself with Berlín, and then turning to me with a cold shoulder. Of course, he'd be sweet and kind to me as well, but when he was with the love of his life he was a whole different person. And it bothered me so much that that version of Palermo was the real him. Berlín brought out the best in him, certainly. He brought out the fun, sunny, Golden Retriever-like side of him. But he started neglecting me for it.

Damn him. Damn him and his perfect plans and his perfect brains and his perfect fucking smile. How could I be so in love with him? He was impossible, he was selfish, he had countless of flaws, but when you truly love someone, that doesn't matter. And his happiness mattered to me as well, so I let him be with Berlín and tried not to get in the middle.

And then, in the heist at the Royal Mint, he died. That was really impossible to see. The only difference between what hurt him before was that this time it impacted me as well. Berlín was the one who stole Palermo's heart, and he was quicker than me in doing so, but he was still a really good friend to me, almost a brother. He was used to giving me lots of attention, and that made Palermo's blood boil. That was probably why he was so cold to me.

A few months after Berlín passed, I was called by my ex-partner-in-crime Nairobi to join her and Helsinki in their life of partying and joy. I had missed her very, very much and couldn't wait to clear my mind from the hopeless, dead-end chase after Palermo in the lovely landscapes of Argentina.

A little less than a year later, love played its dirty game once again. Rio got captured and was taken to Algeria for interrogation and torture. That was what brought us all back together. But if there was something I wasn't ready for was meeting Palermo again.

Our reunion was certainly heartfelt and tearful. After all this time of grieving on his own, he felt incredibly alone and couldn't deny that he missed me, even if my advances sometimes bothered him.

...

During the heist

Palermo was acting weird. Very weird. He wasn't looking at me at all, he didn't even bother to look me in the eyes. To others, he talked normally, but to me, he just gave orders as if I meant to him as much as the next person. I've done everything for him: I spent my time helping him when he was blinded when I could have been doing much more useful stuff, I supported him when no one did, I covered him during battle. Hell, I've known him for years, why would he be acting like this?

And then it occurred to me. Why don't I ask him myself?

On the way to look for him, I bumped into Nairobi, who grabbed my arm gently and pulled me away to somewhere more private.

"Recife, where were you going?" She asked carefully.

"I'm just looking for Palermo, why?"

I sighed in exasperation. "Cariño, when are you going to realise you're too good for him? Have you seen how he treats you? You don't deserve that shit. You deserve someone who treats you like the wonderful person that you are. I know you love him, and I know you have for a very long time, but how did you endure all those years of watching him with Berlín and then having him push you away? He's not good enough for you. If he doesn't respond to your advances, it's not your problem, it's his, because he can't see the person in front of him for how she really is."

"Look, I know he can be a really shitty person, but he wasn’t always like this, okay? Before Berlín came around he was sweet, fun, caring. He used to show me so much affection, so much care, and when the guy showed up, he started following him like a puppy."

"He might have been like that before, Recife, but he's not anymore. People change, and sometimes for the worst. Even the inspector in charge now would be able to treat you better than this. And she's been torturing Rio for weeks."

"I'll never know what's going on with him if I don't ask him, will I?"

Nairobi sighed and placed a hand over her cheek, thinking. "You're so stubborn. Now go on, lover girl, before you miss your chance."

I gave her a strong hug and hurried off to find him. After a bit of wandering in the Bank of Spain, I found him in the library with a bunch of hostages and a couple of crew members. This was going to be difficult.

"Palermo!" I called him, and he stopped for a moment, but chose to ignore me and kept walking.

"Hey, Palermo." I grabbed his arm and forced him to look me in the eyes. "Um, could we talk? Alone, please?"

"No. Whatever you have to say, you can say here." He replied coldly, making my jaw clench.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes. "Could you please tell me why you've been treating me like trash since we got here? You're acting really weird, and you're not the Palermo I know, because that guy was loving, and cared about me, even if I was just a friend to him. But now... now you're just a jerk who thinks that he can push me around because I have feelings for him. I miss you, Palermo. The real you."

When I noticed how his fists were closed and his face was red, I got scared. Knowing him, he was going to lash out. "Don't give me that shit, Recife. Do you have any idea how much I suffered when Andrès died!? Does your teeny little brain even begin to comprehend what I went through when you left me alone to follow your little friends to Argentina!? You can't blame me, you can only blame yourself!"

In the middle of all that yelling, Nairobi came in I she almost heard her heart cracking at the scene. I teared up at the harsh words he was throwing at me without any regret, and my friend tried to walk up to me.

"Palermo, shut up! Can't you see she's crying?! Leave her alone!" She defended me.

"Why should I care if she's crying?!" He turned his attention back to me. "Are you still here, Recife? Go on, get out! Leave! Stay the hell away from me!"

I tried not to break down in front of everyone and ran out of the room. I could hear their voices arguing from inside.

"Why did you have to do that, you selfish piece of shit? All she has ever done is care for you and give you the love that not even Berlín gave you and you just break her like that?! Are you crazy?! Do you really think you're in the position to break someone's heart? You? I saw what she went through..."

I zoned the voices out and broke down on the floor, my cries echoing through the corridors. I couldn’t believe he did that to me. Maybe it was better like this. It may be better for both of us.

What he had said really hit a spot. Sometimes I regretted leaving him, but I thought it was for the best. The Palermo I remembered would have never rubbed that in my face. He wouldn't have said any of those things, he would've rejected me gently. And still treat me like a friend.

I leaned my head on the wall and hugged my knees to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. I heard the door open and someone sat down next to me. Her hand started rubbing circles on my back.

"I gave him a piece of my mind. I couldn’t let him hurt you like this." She said and I leaned my head on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, cariño. Really."

"You know what the worst part is? If he hadn't changed, if he hadn't started pushing me away for someone else, that version of him would have never done this. I loved Berlín, but he turned him into this... this person I've never seen before..."

Nairobi sighed and clutched me to her chest. "You don't deserve that. Now, why don't you spend the rest of the heist with me, hmm? Get away from all of this for a while. You'll stay at the furnace with me, Bogotá and Denver and we'll take care of you, okay? You know that those guys never fail to put a smile on our faces."

I chuckled. "Okay. Let's go."

...

When they got downstairs, Denver rushed over to me while Nairobi went to talk to the others. "Hey, Recife, what happened? Who did this to you? You give me a name and I'll rip their face off-"

"No, no, no, please don't rip any faces off! It was Palermo. He ripped my heart out, threw it on the ground and walked all over it."

"I have to go, someone is in the need of a beating." He said jokingly. "Hey, listen to me. He's not worth it. If he can't see what a wonderful human being he could have been with, he's not good enough. And it's not all bad. You did a really brave thing, telling him everything you felt to his face. That's a courage he lacks completely, because he doesn't have any balls or dignity. Would you have been with a guy that didn't have dignity or a functioning pair of testicles? Of course not!" I laughed and smiled at him. "There we go, that's much better!" Denver picked me up in his arms and swung me up and down. "Recife! Recife! Recife!" He chanted and I laughed, hugging him.

He put me down and Bogotá approached her. "He's right, kid. Don't let anyone walk all over you. You're too good for that." He pinched my cheek affectionately and I smiled, hugging him as well.

I was going to be better off like this after all.

...

Meanwhile, more days passed and seeing Palermo hurt a little bit every time, but being with people who really cared about me and loved me for who I am made me feel much, much better. I managed to get much closer with the boys, that being Matías, Bogotá and Denver. It was great, they were fun, they were interesting, and they were good people. And Nairobi encouraging me made me feel so happy inside, to finally have someone who truly cared for me.

But I was about to get the harshest reality check I could have ever gotten.

Alicia Sierra had managed to get in contact with Nairobi and manipulate her through her son. First she left her the boy's teddy bear, which contained a phone. I got worried when Nairobi accepted a call from the Inspectora. She started telling her that Axel was with her, and when Nairobi didn't believe her, she put him on the phone. Then she took him outside, encouraging her to look out the window. I felt something was off, until I realised what Sierra was doing.

"It's a trap! Nairobi, get away from there!" I yelled and without wasting a beat, I pushed her out of the way.

The sniper bullet cut through the air as if it was a hot knife cutting butter. Then I felt a pain in my chest and gasped in shock, but almost choked on the blood I was spitting. My hearing faded out and my eyesight blurred, but I could make out Nairobi's voice desperately calling my name and asking for help. I saw a few blurry figures, of which I only recognised Estocolmo and Nairobi, but I also tuned out a voice of which I couldn't forget the presence: Palermo. I could distinctly hear his anguished yells and cries as he tried to pick me up and bring me somewhere else. I wished I could hear what he was saying to me, but I lost consciousness shortly after.

...

*Palermo's POV*

She's shot.

She's shot. She's shot. She's shot.

I couldn’t calm my nerves as I paced back and forth, holding back my tears. Recife just got shot. I couldn’t believe what happened. Her life was on the line, likely because of me. I don't know why I broke her heart like that, I should have done anything else but that! And now she was lying on that cart, a step away from death.

"Somebody do something, carajo!" I cursed. "Anything you can! An anesthesia, a bandage, anything, just don't let her die!"

I heard Nairobi mutter something, but I didn’t have the energy to care. My best friend was dying, the very best friend that never stopped loving me even when I treated her like trash. She was brave and smart and intelligent and never failed to put a smile on my face. I wish things had gone differently, maybe if they had she wouldn’t be here like this.

"Okay, she's stable." Tokio said, making me breathe a sigh of relief. "She's in a coma and we don't know how long it will be until she wakes up, so she's going to need constant monitoring and observation, if we leave her alone like this and something happens, we're screwed."

"I'll stay with her," I volunteered immediately. "The rest of you go down to the furnace, we're almost there."

"Finally getting some common sense into that thick skull of yours, eh, Palermo?" Nairobi asked, her voice lacking humour completely.

"Why don't you mind your business, Nairobi? You still have a job to finish," I countered. I needed to be alone with Y/N now.

She just rolled her eyes. "Fine. Now come on, we need to move her somewhere safer."

...

We took her upstairs carefully and the others left to go back to their jobs. Finally, a moment alone with her. I sat down next to her and grabbed her hand gently, interlocking my fingers with hers.

"I don't know if you can hear me, corazón," I started. "But I need you to know how sorry I am for treating you like that. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was really overrun by grief and you remind me so much of him... but I don't want to talk about him. I'm so sorry you're going through this... I should have protected you, goddamn it! You've always stuck with me, you've been so patient, so kind, so sweet, waiting for me to treat you the way I did before. And guess what? To get me to remember you, you had to get shot. God, I'm so stupid! You're right, I have changed, but you had to pay the consequences while it should have been me..." a few tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Please give me a chance to fix this once you get better. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I lost such an important person in my life."

I rested my forehead on my other hand and cried shamelessly. "My God, I don’t know what to do with myself if I lose you. I already lost someone important, I already lost someone I loved. Please don't be next. Hold on, honey. You hold on and when we get out here I'm going to buy us an island off of the coasts of Japan, your favorite place, and then I'm going to marry you. We'll live on the island all alone, just us, where nobody can bother us. We'll have sushi every weekend and mochi whenever you want, the ice cream ones, just like you like them. And after a few years, I'll fill that pretty stomach of yours with lovely children, and we'll live the best life we could ever get."

I did the best I could to paint her that picture, hoping she could hear me. I want to do all of these things and more. I want to kiss her forever, then go to Japan and marry her and live the rest of our lives together. I want to give her children, who'll hopefully get her personality and both our brains.

But what if she didn't make it?

I wanted all those things. I love her. I love her more than she thinks. She's going to make it. She has to. Otherwise, I might not be able to move on from her.

...

A few days passed and I spent every single day with her to apologise for everything I had done to her, to tell her about everything I loved about her and our future plans. I refused to leave her side, not while she was in this condition. My eyes hurt from crying and my back hurt from sitting in the chair; I hadn't eaten since she got shot, I only had water, and it wasn't my intention to leave anytime soon. Not even to eat. Not even to sleep.

...

I was sitting next to Y/N, my hand in hers, hoping for any sign of movement. Nothing. All of a sudden, her hand twitched and I almost jumped up from my seat. She was awake! She was here!

I couldn't hold back tears as she opened her eyes and shifted her head to the side to look at me. She eyed me up and down, her eyebrows furrowed. "You look terrible," she said honestly, making me laugh. Her life was on the line and she didn't even leave her sarcastic personality behind. God, this woman was amazing.

"I know," I laughed, stroking her face. "I've been sitting here for days hoping you'd wake up. Listen, I'm really sorry for treating you like that. And I don’t just mean last week. Everything I did to you. You were right, I've changed, and not entirely for the better. I pushed you away without being aware the value of your feelings for me, and when you got shot I finally realised what I should have a long time ago. What I'm trying to say is that I really love you. Please, please give me a chance to fix things. I owe it to you."

She smiled as she teared up as well, which made me hiccup in tears, only this time they were of joy.

"Yes. You can have one more chance." She said.

I gasped softly and tried not to shower her with physical affection as I knew she was hurt.

"What are you still waiting for, Martín? Kiss me, you fool," she joked.

"Are you sure? Because once I start, I might not be able to stop." I replied sincerely.

She gave a small nod and I leaned my face closer to hers. Then she moved her face upwards and met my lips in a soft kiss. I felt my stomach drop to my feet at the feeling of her soft lips on mine, her hand trying to run her fingers through my hair. I smiled in the kiss and felt more tears falling down my face, but I didn’t care. Finally, she was with me. And I wasn't willing to let her go.

...

I woke up to a lot of bustling in the room: the crew was running around and swarming over Recife's body, and their frantic muttering was mixed with the unstable beeping of her monitor.

Shit, the monitor!

"What's going on? Why isn't anyone doing anything?! She's dying, hurry!"

"Palermo, honey..." Nairobi started. "...we can't save her."

I noticed the tears pooling inside her eyes and I almost forgot how to breathe. She was serious.

"No! There has to be something we can do to help! Just anything- no, don't touch that!" I yelled at Denver who was about to detach her from the drugs. "Don't you dare give up! She'll live, I know she will. She's a survivor!"

"I know she is, Palermo, but we're just putting her through useless pain. She's gone, she was since the Inspectora refused to let in the surgical team. She's the only one with proper medical training, if anyone could have done anything, it would have been Recife herself."

"Screw it! Screw all of it! Come on, Nairobi, help me out, please! Please, Nairobi! I can't lose her!"

I saw the hurt and pity in her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak. "I'm sorry, but we-"

Our argument was cut off by the sound of the monitor flatlining.

"¡No! ¡Carajo!" I yelled and punched the wall in a futile attempt to let out my anger. "No! No! Don't leave, please! Please, Y/N!"

The others hugged each other in mourning, but I let nobody touch me. I was too late. She was dead. She was gone forever. No more wedding in Japan. No more sushi and mochi at the weekend. No more children.

I sobbed loudly and clutched her dead body to my chest. I still couldn't believe she was gone. I still couldn't believe that I let love slip through my fingers again.

...

Before her funeral, I stopped by to see her once more.

She was still there, her wound clean and her face relaxed. My heart swelled at the sight and my eyes filled with tears again. I sat down on the cart and pulled her to me, her upper body laying on my lap.

"I'm sorry for this, mi amor. I should have protected you. I love you so much, remember that."

My tears dropped on her face and it looked like she was crying as well, which made me cry harder. My body racked with sobs and I held her beautiful face in my hands as I started singing her favorite song.

"Con los pobres de la tierra

Quiero yo mi suerte hechar

Con los pobres de la tierra

Quiero yo mi suerte hechar

El arroyo de la sierra

Me complace más que el mar

El arroyo de la sierra

Me complace más que el mar

Guantanamera..."

My voice cracked and I couldn’t help but give a soft kiss on the lips.

"Goodbye, my beautiful."

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